L-et Friday the thirteenth
E-liminate the 'bad luck';
A-llow the January jinx to end,
H-oping to produce livestock.
C-oal clouds, haze, and mist
A-re all nowhere in sight;
P-ouring rain Thursday
I-s fading into the dark night.
L-et your heart have the faith,
L-ove and trust in heaven;
A-llow the sky to bring
R-apture to Friday the thirteenth.
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